Raising Octopus Juvenile

Lena, who was supposed to have a romantic encounter with the Duke Master, suddenly fell a **** in front of the Duke Master. This was an unfolding that Cecil could not have imagined.

She vaguely felt that it was the laughing teenager who was playing a ghost, but besides the three of them, no one else was there at all.

Could someone monitor them in secret?

Cecil, who was about to support Lena, suddenly remembered the carriage that had nearly killed her, and immediately retracted his hand. Lena got up from the ground alone, glanced awkwardly at the red-haired boy in front of him, and dusted off the hem of the skirt in a covertly manner.

"You don't look good."

The beautiful-looking red-haired boy suddenly spoke, with a condescending arrogance in his clear voice.

"No, it's okay, I just fell down accidentally..." Lina looked up embarrassedly, and explained weakly with her head down.

The young master nodded: "Well, it was ugly to fall."

Lena's face turned pale in an instant.

Cecil: "..."

Very good, the original assist has really become a mess now. After such a fall, Alex's favorability for Lena did not rise but fell. If she didn't save it here, it is estimated that if she turned her head, she would be the world's dark shark.

How about bullying Lena to arouse Alex's sympathy?

Cecil glanced at Lena's dirty little face and thought he could give it a try. She raised her hand and wiped it on Lena's cheek, and said in a disgusting tone: "Oh, you're so dirty. Why don't you wipe your face quickly!"

Lina covered half of her face and replied aggrievedly: "Okay, okay..."

She was bullied like a fragile daisy, very affectionate. Especially against Cecil, she seemed helpless and pathetic.

Sure enough, Alex couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, what's your attitude as a woman? She didn't make her face dirty on purpose. There is no need to reprimand her like that?" He pulled Lena to his side and frowned dissatisfiedly at Cecil.

It was the first time that Lena was so close to the opposite **** of the same age, and her gray face suddenly turned red. She looked at Cecil at a loss, her body stiffened unnaturally.

"Of course it is necessary. You have to maintain a neat manner at all times. This is the quality required for an elegant lady." Cecil said plausibly.

Alex sneered: "Really? Then you must be not a lady."

Cecil said angrily: "Why do you say that?"

"Because you look completely indifferent to elegance."

"you!"

Cecil glared at Alex in anger, and was about to turn around and leave when Lena suddenly stopped her weakly.

"Please, please don't say that about my sister."

Cecil: "?"

Lena flicked Alex's hand away, walked to Cecil's side, and said firmly: "Sister Cecil was just a little impatient. In fact, she is a very elegant person."

Cecil: "..."

Lena was very serious when she said this, so serious that Cecil couldn't even tell whether it was praise or satire.

"She treated you like that just now, and you actually spoke for her."

Alex looked at Lena in surprise, his dark green eyes gleaming slightly: "What's your name?"

His tone has nothing to do with a gentleman, and everywhere reveals the arrogance and arrogance of aristocrats, but because of that beautiful face, it is difficult to refuse his request.

Lena glanced at Cecil and said hesitantly, "...My name is Lena Levitt."

"Lina..."

Alex repeated her name softly, then turned her face away slightly, and her voice became quieter: "My name is Alex Otis."

"Master Odis." Lena yelled obediently.

"...Just call my name."

Alex's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked a little awkward and shy.

Lena raised her eyes blankly: "Hey?"

The faces of the two young men were a little red. It was supposed to be a picture of a girlish heart, but Cecil yawned boringly on the side.

Now that the plot has been slammed back by her, can she leave here on the spot?

Without waiting for Cecil to find a reason, Lena suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

"No, we will be late! Sorry, Master Odis, my sister and I are leaving first, see you next time!"

After Lena said these words, she took Cecil by the hand and hurried away, leaving Alex alone in a daze.

"It's Alex..." he murmured looking at the girl's back.

Cecil was pulled by Lena and ran all the way.

She felt the little octopus holding her skirt tightly through her pockets, so she stopped forcibly.

Lena immediately turned to look at her: "Why did you stop? We will be late if we don't run!"

"I'm late. If you want to run, you can run by yourself."

Cecil hurriedly walked to the cast iron bench by the side of the road and sat down, without any intention of going to class.

Lena was stunned, and carefully bent over to look at her: "Um...Are you angry?"

"Why am I angry?"

"Because Master Odis said something bad..."

"Well, then I really should be angry." Cecilto asked, seemingly inadvertently, "What do you think of this Alex?"

"Hey?" Lena obviously didn't expect Cecil to ask this question. She subconsciously glanced at Cecil, but found that the other party was looking straight at her.

Those calm blue eyes were as beautiful and cold as a winter lake, which made Lena a little lost.

"I think... he is a very impolite aristocratic young master."

"It's just that?" Cecil raised his eyebrows. "He helped you."

Lena: "But he said too much to you..."

Cecil was a little surprised. How can I think that her behavior is more excessive, why is Lena even more towards her?

So she tried to remind Lena: "I did this kind of thing to you too."

Lena pursed her lips when she heard the words.

"I don't think it's too much, because I know Cecil your intentions are not bad."

Cecil: "?"

Lina explained embarrassingly: "Although your tone was not very good at the time, the gesture of wiping my face was very gentle. So I understand that you don't really want to embarrass me, just to prevent the other person from watching. joke…"

Cecil: "???"

You are simply enterprise-level understanding.

Cecil felt suddenly tired. She waved her hand and said wearily: "You go to class, I'll sit here and rest."

Lena: "Then I will accompany you?"

"No, I want to be alone." Cecil raised his eyes to look at her. "If you don't leave, I'll tell my father that you will skip class the next day of school."

Lena panicked when she heard the words.

"Okay... Then I'll go first, and you have to come here soon."

Cecil didn't bother to speak, but just nodded perfunctorily. Lina trot away with her skirt. Cecil looked at her disappearing back and slowly opened her pockets to reveal the little octopus lying inside.

The poor little octopus was already dizzy due to the violent bumps, and has not been able to get over until now. He is closing his eyes tightly and slumping into his pocket listlessly.

Cecil put him on the palm of his hand and poked his little head lightly: "Little one? Wake up."

The little octopus was still sloping upside down softly, without any response.

Poke again.

"Little one?"

Still no response.

It's over, don't you die?

This speculation flashed through his mind, and Cecilton was a little nervous.

Although her original intention of raising baby octopus was only to scare Lena and eat takoyaki, but after so many days, she had feelings, and she could not accept the death of baby octopus.

She thought for a while, and immediately took the little octopus to the black tower.

"died?"

Bode looked at the lifeless and mysterious creature before him and repeated what Cecil had said.

Cecil looked anxious: "Don't look, think of a way to save him."

Bode touched his chin, and a malicious smile flashed through his slender black eyes.

"There are ways. Burning with fire, hot water, and cutting with a knife can always stimulate him to wake up, right?"

Cecil expressionlessly: "I'm talking about saving lives, not killing them."

"I'm not sure it's dead yet." Bode squeezed one of the little octopus's tentacles and lifted him up. "Why don't you try synaesthesia with it? If synaesthesia doesn't respond, I will think of a way. It's not too late."

Cecil was silent for a few seconds, and raised his hand to congeal a blue light across the palm of his hand, and the blood oozes out instantly.

Bode suddenly opened his eyes in shock.

He grabbed the palm of her hand and said in disbelief, "I'm just kidding, are you taking it seriously?"

Cecil withdrew his hand, his tone was flat: "It's not a big deal."

After that, she cut through a tentacle of the little octopus in the same way. In the next second, a dark blue translucent liquid flowed out from under the pitch-black epidermis.

It turned out that Xiaoyi's blood was blue.

Cecil took a look, then raised the injured hand to catch the blood of the little octopus. The blue blood dripped on the red blood and slowly merged like magnificent pigments. At the same time, a black six-pointed star array appeared on the palm of her hand, sucking in all the combined blood.

This is the ritual to practice synaesthesia. Through this ritual, the caster and the caste can share synesthesia. In a sense, it is a very practical spell.

But Bode did not approve of Cecil doing this. Synaesthetic rituals belong to a higher level of black magic, and Cecil is still extremely immature as a mage, so rashly applying the spell will have a very negative impact on her.

Bode panicked and immediately interrupted the ceremony with an operation. It's a pity that the blood has been completely absorbed by the magic circle, only a white light flashed by, Cecil closed his eyes and fell softly.

Cecil fell into an endless darkness.

There is no body, no sound, all she can perceive is her own consciousness.

Is this a small one's world?

Cecil tried to extend and expand his consciousness, but nothing was gained.

It was quiet and dead, except for the pure black, as if nothing existed.

Is Xiaoyi really dead?

She couldn't believe this speculation. So she tried to make a faint voice, hoping that the darkness would respond to her.

[Little one. 】

[Little one. 】

【are you there? 】

There was no answer to Cecil, and she had to repeat her call over and over again.

[Little one. 】

[Little one. 】

...

[Little One, are you asleep? 】

...

[Little One, come out to eat meat. 】

This time, there was finally a wave of darkness in the darkness.

In the distant and pitch-black emptiness, there is a tiny point surging. It is difficult for Cecil to describe this strange feeling, but she did see a black dot in the boundless black.

Soon, this point turned into a surging thread, and this thread turned into countless threads, spreading toward her like a tide.

Now Cecil finally saw it clearly. This is not a thread, but an endless, dark and smooth tentacles.

"...Little one?"

The whistling buzzing overwhelmed her whisper.

In a short moment, the endless tentacles drowned her consciousness like a turbulent ocean tide.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear a long and gloomy breath.

It seemed close to her ears.

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